Dear God. You know how many more people there are in Seattle whom we haven’t yet suspected? This investigation is taking longer than the hunt for Jimmy Hoffa.

Is the new season worth hanging onto in the hopes we’ll have resolution? From what I’ve seen, the answer is yes. And no.

The premiere is actually very good. Of course, it would be a whole lot better if there were a new investigation into a new crime.

Poor, dead Rosie is looking more like a tragic bit of collateral political damage in the war of the rogues-es, as you’ll see Sunday night.

The premiere centers on Councilman Richmond’s battle for his life, as Det. Sarah Linden learns where he really was the night Rosie was killed. But the excuse for his presence is as lame as he is now.

Meantime, Sarah’s partner in not-crime, Det. Stephen Holder, may not be as dirty as we were led to believe either.

Loving husband, father and ex-enforcer for the Polish mob, Stan Larsen, is getting desperate again, while Aunt Terry is still vacillating from steady and reliable to unhinged nut job.

Det. Linden is still the flat-out worst mother in town who pawns her son off to so many people, I will be shocked if he doesn’t turn out to be the one who killed Rosie.

All that being said, there simply is no better acting on TV this season and, if there is, it, too, is on AMC.

Particularly brilliant again is Brent Sexton (Stan), who is just so good, he shines in his darkness — a huge accomplishment, considering he’s in the company of Mireille Enos, Joel Kinnaman, (Holder) and the others.